, one, two, three, four Waiting, why are you waiting? Make the call, make the call Waiting, why are you waiting? Make the call, make the call, make the call
one will answer your prayers You take your own life in your own hands Waiting, why are you waiting? Make the call Waiting, why are you waiting? Make the call
s a never dying it?s a nullifying world you live in dirt conceiving it?s a never dying it?s a virtualizing world that?s cheating you believe in get along the days make
them boys on the block, I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga, There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound, That make me pull up, hop out and make
everybody's comin with their last record How come wack rappers never know when to chill How come you don't make a name 'til you get killed [Verse 4] How ya call
baby I cant go on, living, without you I cant go on, without holding you in my arms Sometimes people make mistakes in their lives Why we have to end
: [Mr. Mixx] Check it out y'all Ch-ch-check it out y'all 2 - 2 Live Crew 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Li - 2 Live Crew Fresh - Fresh - Fresh Kid Ice Tre - Treach
the ones who make a brighter day So let's start giving There's a choice we're making We're saving our own lives it's true we'll make a better day Just
heal me once again (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, until the end of time Until the end of time Until the end of time [2Pac] Please Lord forgive
and heal me once again (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, until the end of time Until the end of time Until the end of time [2Pac] Please Lord
You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done
for these niggas on the West huh? Fuck e'rybody Heh heh heh... Thug style out this muthafucka niggas throw ya hands in the air If you got Jeep make
: Pssst... psssssst... aiyyo Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever Tell me, which one? They wanna bury me, I'm worried -- I'm losin my
'all incoming call plus this my homie from high school he's getting bye It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alchol and booty calls
act so shady, baby your taste as fine as gravy The way you move that thang, you make me wanna sang Girl you make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling
you red hot, you so happy to see me Make the frontpage primetime live on TV Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live One shot make a nigga
just say "bet" and never let em see me sweat cause in the end I knew that I would have it all while non-believers were prayin for my downfall and some would call